Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Crime,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.